WHO: EDDIE NYGMA and DAKEN.
WHERE: The Bowery Electric, an uptown bar.
WHEN: November 30th, 2011. Evening.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Daken and Eddie take a second round of drinks.
FORMAT: A fleet form of paragraph.
[He anticipated an engaging evening. Daken had previously made quite the impression -- he was a capable, intelligent fellow with enough ambition to fuel a small white dwarf. Perfect, really, as Eddie was in the market for something a little less terrestrial.
The last few days had been a trial. Another elusive plague, rampaging through the hearts and minds of those Citybound. Morality was enough of a fickle thing as is, none of them required this onslaught of reversals. It was enough to inspire any man to drink.
Eddie complemented the inclination with a generous shot. He was edgier than usual, tenser.]
I wonder what brought you back, here.
[He speaks to Daken with a smile, infusing charm into his lilt. The implicit question shadows those words: was it him? Was it the man called Logan? No subject was ever truly dropped with Edward Nygma.]